Welcome to Brandi Love

The fiery red convertible screeched to a halt in the driveway. Amy blasted the horn twice. A few seconds later the door to the house opened and Becky bounced out of the house and down the sidewalk. Becky tossed her purse and bag into the open back seat and sat down in the front next to Amy.

"So how are things?" Becky asked.

"I haven't been this tired in ages," Amy said. "Johnny isn't letting me get any rest -- none whatsoever."

Amy backed the car down the driveway and pulled onto the quiet residential street. The summer sun gave everything a bright warm glow -- especially the tanned and toned bodies in the car.

"Don't even try to make me think you're complaining about this," Becky laughed and wagged a finger at Amy.

"Not at all. This last week has been one rush after another."

"That's what I thought," Becky said. "I don't want you hogging him all to yourself though, remember I'm the one that broke the ice."

"How could I forget," Amy said, "maybe you could take him off my hands a little later?"

Becky nodded her head in approval with a wicked grin spanning her cute face.

"So did ya have anything in mind for today?" Amy asked.

"I think I'm finally ready," Becky said.

"Ready?" Amy lifted her sunglasses and looked at Becky with raised eyebrows. "Ready? You sure?"

"Oh, I'm sure," Becky said.

"Good!" Amy said, "I know where to take you." Amy laughed and flashed Becky a mischievous grin.

"Should I be worried?" Becky said.

"Not at all."

"I need to stop at the ATM and get some cash if I'm gonna do this."

"You don't need any cash where we're going," Amy said. "So what made you finally change your mind?" Amy asked.

"I just think after this last week I could use one. You know -- I've been such a busy little bee." Becky and Amy both laughed.

"Plus, nobody's got anything on you now," Amy said.

"Not that they ever did," Becky replied.

Amy drove leaving their quiet suburban residential area behind. In what seemed like forever, but was only fifteen minutes, Amy pulled up in front of a squat brick building. They were in an adjoining town Becky was mostly unfamiliar with.

Becky looked up and down the street. There were a few people walking around. Some came and left the three or four bars she could see. A young kid walked along a set of railroad tracks covered with rust and knee-high plants and weeds. Nothing had been through on those tracks in years. The building they stopped in front of was a three-story brick building. The carved stone set in the facacde read "1910." Similar structures lined both sides of the street, some in better condition than others. The only thing that distinguished this building from its neighbor was the black soot from a long extinguished fire and the scars left by long-gone floor joists and a roof.

Becky looked at the grimy dirt covered storefront window with the word "TATTOO" painted in bright red lined in gold. Becky never imagined that her first tattoo would be done in a place like this. She pictured the freshly painted and brightly lit shop in the strip mall down the road from her house. That place was run by good looking guys in their early 30s and it sat between a juice shop and dog grooming parlor. It was as non-threatening as a tattoo parlor could get. This wasn't what she expected.

"I hope you have money because I don't have any," Becky said.

"Nope. Maybe a buck or two but not that much."

Becky noticed a hand lettered cardboard sign in the window that read: cash only.

"How do you expect me to pay for this?" Becky said.

"You'll figure something out," Amy said. She smacked Becky's ass as she opened the ancient glass and wood framed door to the shop. Becky yelped as she entered the tattoo parlor.

The store was brightly lit by overhead fluorescent lights. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with photos and drawings of tattoos. The paneling on one corner near the front of the store was bowed and discolored from years of a steady water leak into the store. Amy and Becky both looked at the tattoos covering the walls. Some were simple rose designs while others were intricate works with varying degrees of shading and coloring. Becky was glad to see that the place seemed clean enough.

The only other person in the place was a large heavy-set man seated behind the glass topped counter, that displayed even more tattoos -- Becky supposed these were the ones the owner was most proud of. He had a thick black beard that reached down to the swell of his rather large and pronounced gut. What hair he had left was pulled back into a ponytail that hung well past his shoulders. Becky looked up and down his arms. She couldn't detect one inch of bare skin down to his wrists. Both arms were entirely covered with ink. Some of the tattoos were crisp and the colors vibrant and new while others had faded and the ink lines long gone blurry. Becky wandered if any of those tattoos were earned during prison stays.

The guy tossed the girly magazine he was looking at onto a milk crate full of similar magazines behind the counter.

"Can I help you girls?" he said. His voice was just as gruff and coarse as his exterior.

"I don't know about this, Amy," Becky whispered. "Maybe we should go."

"You'll be fine," Amy said. She gave Becky a light shove towards the counter.

"Yeah," Becky said stepping forward. "I'd like to get a tattoo."

"Do you have anything in mind?" the tattooed guy said. "You can look at the walls and let me know."

"No, I know what I want," Becky said. "Show him yours, Amy."

Amy sat her purse on the countertop and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her shorts. She wiggled her hips suggestively as she inched her shorts down lower and lower. The guy behind the counter licked his lips and moved as close to the countertop as his sizable gut would allow. He placed his hands on the other side of the counter and leaned in for a closer look. Amy pushed her shorts down a little bit further; a wicked grin teased the man behind the counter.

"That's what I want," Becky said. She ran her finger over Amy's tattoo like she was stroking something delicate and precious.

The tattooed guy stroked his beard and snorted. "That's it?" he asked derisively.

"Yeah," Becky said. "You think you can do it?"

The guy flashed an irritated glance as Becky's last question hit close to his profession and questioned his abilities as an artist.

"Shit, I could do something better," he said.

"Nope, that'll do," Becky said.

"Let's do this then," the tattooed guy said. "By the way you can call me Red." He motioned for both girls to follow him to the back of the shop and a curtained off room.

"I'm Becky, and this is my friend Amy." Red didn't seem to pay the girls any attention. "So is Red your nickname?" Becky asked.

"Yeah," Red grunted. "You don't really want to know how I got it," Red said, his laugh sounded like pouring gravel.

In the room Becky laid down on a paper covered padded table as the guy pulled on rubber gloves and began to pour the different colored inks into little containers. "Push those shorts down girly," Red said after a few minutes.

Becky obeyed and pushed her shorts and panties down until the place where she wanted the tattoo was exposed. Red quickly sketched a bee low on her pelvis with a marker.

"Don't forget the beeline," Becky said. She traced a line with the tip of her finger in tiny circles that led to the waistband of her shorts. "You see the beeline makes a path right to here," Becky said. She ran her finger into the crease of her pussy, letting it linger longer over her clit. Becky moaned lightly for effect and when he turned to look at her she bit her lower lip for a tease. Becky felt a twinge of excitement rush through her.

The motor on the tattoo gun hummed to life. Red dipped the needles in black ink for the outline. "You might feel a little stinging and some pain," he said to Becky.

"A little like a bee sting," Amy chimed in.

"That's right," he said. His brow creased as he concentrated at the task at hand.

Becky could feel his latex covered hands on her body and she could hear the humming of the tattoo gun. She was prepared for the bite and sting of the needle but much to her surprise the sensation felt like an annoying scraping with an occasional pinch. Before long the humming of the tattoo gun ceased and she heard the squeaky wheels on the stool Red was sitting on roll away.

"Take a look," he said. He squirted some water over the fresh tattoo and wiped away the excess ink and a little blood that had welled up to the surface.

"That's very cool," Becky said as she leaned up far enough to see her new body art.

"You're almost one of us," Amy said with a naughty smirk to Becky.

The heavy-set tattooed guy finished cleaning up his area. Once he closed the drawers to his one cabinet you could never tell that he'd just finished working.

"Ah, let's call that $35 and we'll be even," Red said. He shrugged his massive shoulders as if saying: 'what's a few bucks among friends.' He stood up to go out to the front of the store.

"Umm ... yeah," Becky said. "I don't have any money on me at all."

The guy stopped dead in his tracks and spun around. His face began to glow with anger. Becky recoiled in fear at his sudden change in demeanor. "What the fuck do you mean you don't have any money?"

"I thought we could ... you know ... work something out," Becky said.

"Your little cunt friend here'd better have some money on her. I don't run a charity shop here," he said motioning to Amy, who had since backed towards the wall.

When Amy had told Becky she didn't need any money she figured there would be some sort of bargaining involved. After all Becky knew the story about how Amy and two of her friends had "earned" their little bee tattoos -- the same one Becky now sported in the identical spot as Amy. Of course Amy's experience had been completely different than the one facing Becky now. Amy had been drunk and with two of her friends. Her friend, Tiffany promised her boyfriend that if he opened his tattoo shop just for them they'd make it worth his while. When all three of them arrived Tiffany's boyfriend and two of his best artists were waiting for them. Two hours later all three of them staggered into the pre-dawn morning with new body art, freshly fucked and glistening with juices. Not one of them had spent a dime and the three guys in the shop didn't feel cheated in any way.

"There's no need to be nasty," Becky said. "I bet you don't get much fresh pussy in here," Becky said, suddenly feeling very bold. Any fear she'd felt melted away, even this gruff man now menacing her couldn't stop her from getting excited. She now understood even better why Amy said she didn't need money. Money couldn't pay for this tattoo for her to truly earn it.

"We do alright in here," Red said.

Becky slid herself off the table; her shorts still pushed down. She walked over and ran her hand along the guy's pronounced stomach -- despite its size it felt like solid muscle beneath the thick layer of fat. "I bet you're in no position to turn any down," Becky said. She grabbed his hand and led it towards her pussy.

He didn't bite. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Becky off balance and into him. "Do you really want to play this little game bitch?"

"Yeah." Becky's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

Becky felt like she was suddenly being enveloped by a thick, heavy mass of flesh. The guy pulled her tighter against his body. Becky tried to pull away as she felt his wiry beard brush her cheek and his tongue twisted itself like a worm into her ear.

"Not so keen on this little game? Are ya?" he hissed into her ear.

He pushed Becky flat against the table on her stomach. Red yanked the shorts off her long tanned legs and tossed them at Amy standing by the closed curtain to the room. The wheels on the stool creaked as Red pushed it out of the way.

Becky could feel his rough, calloused hands over the silky skin of her hips and bottom. This was more than Becky bargained for as he spread her thighs even further apart. She could feel her juices welling up in her pussy; she imagined how her shaved snatch glistened beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting

"This is nice," Red said as he licked his lips.

Becky felt Red's hands slide further along her waist to her ribcage. Before she knew it Red's rough hands pushed her top and bra up exposing her tits. Becky winced; the stretch material on the bra wouldn't give anymore and bit into the soft flesh of her back.

Red heard her and laughed. "Don't cry little girl. I'll be gentle with you." As he said that Red pinched the hard nubs of her nipples and twisted. An electric jolt of pleasure rippled through Becky. She cried out again -- this time in pleasure.

"I knew you'd like it, you little whore," Red said.

"Are you just going to talk the whole time or are you going to make me earn this tattoo?" Becky challenged Red. She raised her backside as an invitation.

At the front of the store the bell above the door tinkled. "Red you here?" a voice called out. "Where you at?"

"Stay out there, Jimmy," Red yelled. Becky heard him unbuckle his black jeans.

"What's going on, Red," Jimmy said. He pushed back the curtain to the room to find Red standing behind a half-naked blonde with her ass thrust out for all to see. Another girl stood by the curtain watching the scene in front of her with interest.

"I told you to stay the fuck out there, Jimmy."

"Maybe I can get in on some of the action." He turned his gaze towards Amy. "This one is just sittin' here as pretty as can be with no one paying no attention to her."

"Jimmy leave the lady alone," Red said in a calm, even tone.

"Ooohh, gross," Amy squealed.

Becky turned her head to see who the new man was. He was as wiry as Red was big. His arms were tattooed but not to the extent that Red's were. He wore a blue work shirt with the words "Winchell's Towing & Service" set above a stylized tow truck. A grease and oil stained white rag hung out of his back pocket.

"He can join us," Becky said. "That is if Red doesn't mind?"

"That's Jimmy," Red said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

Becky heard the zipper on Red's jeans and heard them fall to the ground. She could feel the heat coming off of Red's engorged prick as he rubbed the thick mushroom-tip along her slit. Red took his time. Becky felt the smooth length of his shaft rub across her buttocks.

Becky jumped a little as she felt a strange hand on her back. She caught a whiff of motor oil and grease and figured it must be Jimmy.

"Where'd you find her Red?" Jimmy asked as his hand lingered on her back.

"She's paying off a debt," he remarked. Red rubbed his cock along Becky's thighs in her sweet syrup.

Jimmy moved to in front of Becky. He whipped his own cock out and thrust it towards Becky's face.

Becky reached up and took it into one of her hands. Jimmy groaned as she squeezed his growing shaft and began to jerk him off. Becky was surprised at how clean his skin was despite all the oil, grease and dirt on his hands and clothes.

Becky gasped as Red pushed his prick into Becky's wet pussy. There was nothing tender or gentle about this. Red slid his tip past her opening and filled her up with his cock. Becky moaned loudly as she could feel him stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his girth.

Becky had no time to marvel at this new feeling. Jimmy thrust his cock at her parted lips. He grinned lecherously at her. "Suck on it baby," he sneered.

Becky wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and ran her tongue along the underside of his head. She could taste his salty pre-come flowing into her mouth. She continued to use her hand on him while she slurped up the tip of his dick.

Red clamped both his hands onto Becky's hips and began to thrust in and out of her hole. Becky moaned into Jimmy's cock at Red slid all but the tip of his thick prick out of her and plunged it back and forth. Becky's feet left the floor and her body weight was supported entirely by the table as he hammered into her constantly.

Becky let go of Jimmy's cock and reached around and grabbed his skinny ass. She raked her nails along his butt urging him further into her mouth. Becky could feel his tip reach the back of her throat. She nearly gagged but quickly regained control. Jimmy groaned loudly as her tongue and mouth continued to work up and down his shaft coating it in her saliva.

Becky could hear Red's breathing begin to deepen. She knew it was only a matter of time before both men came. Jimmy began to fuck Becky's face with a new sense of urgency. His strokes were short and erratic as his orgasm formed. She could feel his balls tighten and draw up close to his body. She tried to coax them back down with her hand.

Red's long hammering strokes were now gone. They were replaced by short, rapid strokes. His breathing sounded more labored. Becky could feel his fingers dig into her hips deeper, almost to the point of hurting.

Becky's face was by now covered in her own saliva. Jimmy's hand had crept around to the back of her head. He grabbed a handful of her hair. With a grunt and one final thrust Becky felt his cock twitch along her lips and continue up the length of his cock. In that split second it took the back of Becky's throat was covered in Jimmy's come. Becky swallowed fast and hard as his prick continued to pour hot semen down her throat.

Red grunted and groaned even louder. Becky could feel tiny droplets of sweat falling from Red's forehead and landing on her back. Becky wondered how much longer he could possibly hold out with all the noises he was making. Before she could complete that thought Red pulled his cock out of her. He moaned and she could feel his first spurt of jizz land somewhere on her back. Another spurt landed in the small of her back and she could feel Red's final few ejaculations splash down on the globes of her ass.

Jimmy let go of Becky's hair and reached for the table to steady himself. The exertion of his orgasm caused his knees to go weak. His already softening prick slid out of Becky's mouth trailing some come along with it that landed on her chin.

Becky looked back over her shoulder to Red. His face was covered in sweat, strands of his hair were plastered to his beet-red face. He rubbed his penis in the remainders of his orgasm spreading it over her bottom.

"I guess we're even now," Red said with a large, contented sigh. "Hell, even ol' Jimmy got some free stuff thrown his way."

Red handed Becky some wet towels as he buckled his pants. "I really like the work you've done," she said, admiring the brand new tattoo on her hip.

Jimmy looked down at his watch. "Thanks a million," Jimmy said to Becky. "I gotta get running though, I'm ten minutes late already." He hurried out of the back and the jingling bell from the front of the store said he was gone.

Becky looked at Amy as she pulled on her shorts. The look on her face asked if there was anything else that needed done. Amy smiled and picked up her purse.

Red looked back at the now fully clothed Becky and laughed. "What's so funny?" Becky asked.

Red scratched at his stomach. "I guess you really earned that tattoo, didn't you."

"Yeah, I guess ... what do you mean?" Becky said. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "How did you know?"

Amy doubled over with laughter, tears began to run from her eyes. "Tiffany says 'hi,'" she said to Red.

Red laughed again. "Tell her the same and tell her slacker boyfriend to get his ass over here. I owe him some ink."

Becky looked at them both -- more than a little annoyed. "I should've known you would've set this up. That's what you seem to be good at lately." Now it was Becky's turn to laugh.

Amy went over and gave Red a big hug. "You're such a big teddy bear for doing this for me."

"It was all my pleasure," Red said hugging Amy back.

"So, you know each other?" Becky said.

"Remember the story I told you about my tattoo?"

"Yeah," Becky said.

"Well Red here was one of Tiffany's boyfriend's friends."

"You both really had me going. I thought you were going to kill us when I said we didn't have any money," Becky said.

"I did some acting in high school," Red smirked. "By the way Jimmy wasn't in on this, he just got lucky today." All of them laughed again.

Becky and Amy talked to Red for a few more minutes. After they said their goodbyes Becky got into Amy's convertible and they tore off down the street.

"So what do you want to do now?" Amy said. The wind whipped her hair around her head.

"I think Johnny would like to see our matching tats, don't you?" Becky brushed a strand away from her face.

"I think he would," Amy said with a grin and a naughty gleam in her eye.